Adali wiped her eyes, hardly having the strength to get up. She didn't think that she could make it up the stairs, and quickly following behind her was Marlowe, helping her. When she got up to speak, her eyes were puffy and swollen, "Our family wasn't perfect by any means, but I loved my daughter more than anything in the world. I wish I could have been there more than I was because I know she had her problems, but.. " She trailed off and began to cry again.
Mordecai held her, knowing she wouldn't be able to finish. He leaned over to the mic and finished for her, "We all know she's better off where ever she is now, and we all loved her dearly." Marlowe seemed surprised at her father's statement, knowing he wasn't big on faith, but also knowing he didn't have much more to say after that given the circumstances. She watched as he helped Adali down the stairs. She seemed so weak from crying, but Marlowe was somewhat skeptical it may have been alcohol impeding her as well. She was also disappointed that more hadn't been said from Adali, but she turned away from them as they sat down, as if she were both disgusted and angry with them. Her face seemed emotionless as she glanced back at the younger people her age, trying to concentrate hard enough not to be upset to the point of tears, though her feelings were obvious by her ears being lowered. Her father seemed to be having the same reserve, but his ears were also pressed down and he didn't seem as annoyed as Marlowe. By this point Adali was choking back sobs, whispering to Mordecai about how no parent should have to bury their child. She noticed that the rabbit seemed to be angry as well, and partially wondered why, then quickly looked away so they wouldn't think she was staring.